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[romaching]

sexy boy

rommulas x reader one shot

a/n: omg pls listen to sexy boy by air as u read this itll help enhance your experience 😜 hope yall like this one

he walked in, his black wavy hair laying just above his shoulders. he was wearing a black trench coat with nothing underneath, his stack of jewellery acting as a layer of protection from the cold outside. his eyes were dark and intense, his face seemed like they were sculpted personally by the angels themselves but god he looked like his actions would have the devil’s whispers behind them.

you didnt care though. you were 6 neat vodka shots in at the club and you only came this far because you had just one intention. your girlfriends, now noticing that you were frozen in place for over a minute, followed your line of sight and saw your eye candy and the other men he was with. “ooo i call dibs on the blonde,” one of your girl friends called out.

“the tall brunettes mine.” you spoke before anyone else could. “ughhh,” you heard one of your friends groan before you patted down your mini skirt and started walking towards where your future man was. you took calm, long steps, your heels clicking each time you took a step. usually you wouldn’t do this, even in a drunken state. you’ve always been the one who preached and practiced the mentality “i dont chase, i attract” but this man was just too good looking. he was attractive to the point you knew if you didnt approach him first, some low life gold digger would, and you saw them eyeing him as you crossed the club towards him.

“hey, sorry to interrupt, do you have a light on you?” you looked up at him, trying to pretend you didnt already plan on having him undress you by the end of the night. he looked at you first, eyeing you up and down, taking a note of how your halter top showed just enough and how your miniskirt was barely holding itself together. his lips curved into a small smile, nodding before reaching into his coat’s pocket and removing a black lighter that had a little white cross on the edge of it.

you put out your hand in front of him for him to place the lighter in. “ah, ah,” he protested, “im emotionally attached to this one, cant trust you alone with it. let me join you,” he said, eyes slightly squinting to see if you’d fall for it. “lead the way,” you retorted back, a low smirk adorning your face. he bit his lips and smiled, hand reaching out for your lower back as he turned to his friends to say “i’ll catch you in a bit” before guiding you to the smoking corner of the club.

you reached into your little purse that only had enough space for your keys, lip gloss, a card and your cigarettes and took one out of the little box. you held the cigarette up to your lips, motioning him to light it for you. and so he did, standing a bit too close to you, looking straight into your eyes as his fingers clicked against the lighter, the tiny flame doing its job as it meant to. you inhaled and blew the smoke right at his face. he grinned. god he looks so good when the club lights hit him.

he let out a small nod in your direction, looking at your cigarette, a silent way of asking you to share. you raised your eyebrows at him, being selfish. you took another puff before handing it to him. he looked at you as he took the cigarette from your fingers, holding it half a second more than he should have, body and face leaning towards you, eyes never leaving yours. he took a deep puff, you watched him as he did, your face accidentally exposing your neediness as your eyebrows furrowed upwards and lips parted slightly. each move from his end just had you weak and then weaker. his hand reached your waist and lips neared yours. you open your lips, assuming you know whats about to take place next, instead he blows his smoke in your mouth. you inhaled instinctively, breathing in his used cloud.

he let out a small low chuckle, “my names roman,” he introduced. “y/n” you said back, dragging your words. “i have to say, your outfit is making it really hard for me to focus on anything else right now, y/n.” you rolled your eyes playfully, keeping mind of how his hand started travelling from your waist to upwards of your torso. his moves were slow, intentional, like they were meant to tease you. you could feel his eyes undress you as you looked back at him.

you took your cigarette back from his hand, taking a puff and slinging your hands against his neck. each little shift wafted a wave of his musk through your nose, his scent pooling heat at the pits of your stomach. you inched your face near his, blowing the smoke in his mouth in similar fashion as he did before. he took it in just as you did, “couldn’t you have asked for a light from someone close to you instead of running all the way across the room?” he teased. “if i had, we wouldn’t be having this moment right now.” he smirked and brought his lips to yours, chest touching, one hand right under your breast the other roaming down your thigh and holding it up against him. he tilted his head to right to deepen the kiss, tongue brushing against your lips to give him entry. your hands laced his locks, hips grinding against him insinuating your intentions. he smiled against your lips.

his pace was slow, and deep, his tongue meeting yours in your mouth, exploring each crevice, tasting the remains of the vodka and smoke on your tastebuds. you slid one of your hands down to his pants, feeling him grow. you tugged his waistband, asking for permission. he pulled back, smiling, “you have another cigarette on you?” you scoffed against his chest and let go of him to reach into your bag for another one. you handed the tiny white thing to him and he pocketed it. he removed himself from you, held your hand and started walking out of the smoking zone, leading you out to where the people were.

“dont tell me you want to dance,” you asked. he looked back at you with a mischievous smile and said, “no im returning you back to your friends.” you looked at him confused with your brows furrowed in slight annoyance. “wha-“

“hey ladies,” he said as he approached your friends, “do any of you have a pen on you?” he asked. your friends looked at you, then at him, then back at you, “i do!” yelled out one of them, rummaging through her clutch before handing it out to him. “thanks” he uttered taking out the cigarette you gave him and writing something on it. he returned the pen to its rightful owner before turning towards you, stepping closer, stuffing the cigarette sneakily into the hem of your skirt. he leaned in close to your ear, his body warmth warming your insides as he spoke “meet me at 3.”

you turned to his face and find him smirking, he nibbled on your lobe as goodbye before leaving to find his friends waiting for him in the middle of the dance floor. you took out the cig from where he placed it and found an address written on it. you checked the time on your phone, 2:26am it read. you smiled to yourself already planning how to spend the next 34 minutes.

[cherryscrumbles]

Shh baby

roman x needyreader

made this in a rush so pls be gentle with me

Tags: crying, overstimulation, smut, p in v, oral ( f receiving), mouth covering

Context: you and roman are in a relationship and make a visit to your parents house for holidays. When night falls the magic is taking place 🤫

”Shh baby or do you want your parents to wake up”

Roman covering your mouth with his big hand while he pounded into you. You could bet the bed hitting the wall already woke your parents up. you were so fucked out of your mind you didn’t even care at that point.

you felt yourself squeezing around his big cock. you were just about to come when he took his cock out of you. you whined of the loss. he moved down and switched to eating you senseless. He flicked his tongue over your folds. you felt the overwhelming pressure coming. he took his hand from your mouth and put his two if his fingers inside. it made you make a little to loud noice. he withdrew his hand and mouth from you

“ baby you need to keep quiet it or do i have to stop i know you can do it”

The vibration of him speaking between your legs made you squirm. you couldn’t answer him you were so overwhelmed

“ i need words love”

You made i little sound pointing him to continue eating. he stuck one more finger and started to pound his fingers in you with such intensity with his tongue it made you try and close your legs. romans had made sure you couldn’t

your orgasm came hard and you couldn’t keep the sounds inside anymore. his fingers rode your orgasm out. while you tired your best to keep your moans inside. it didnt work though

roman claimed back and lines himself to you. he stuck his length inside making you moan loud. he put his hand back onto your mouth

“ i know you can be quiet baby even though i would love to hear you moaning to my cock”

he put your legs on his shoulders and you could feel him even deeper. you could swore his length was poking your stomach. this new position made you feel everything more intense.

you could feel your eyes start to get wet. dripping your tears on his hand. he leaned down to lick the tears away before moving his hand away. clashing his mouth to yours. Making out without slowing his punishing pace.

“ taste yourself “

“ so sweet aren’t you”

You couldn’t get a word out in your overstimulated state. you just moaned into his mouth making his lips curl into a grin.

He flipped you into a cowgirl and started pounding into you in such a force you could feel your thighs start to give up. He kept his hand on your ass while he lifted his other hand to your neck. His acrylic nails digging into your skin. making sure he wasn’t using any force just keeping it there.

You looked into his eyes full of hunger for only you. Looking into his eyes he wipes your tears with his thumb. he said sweet loving things in your ear. feeling his breathing fasten he started to pulse inside you. his pace going even faster

“ baby can I cum inside please”

he begged and you just nodded. you were so out of your mind you couldn’t even think straight. You were close again when you felt him releasing thick fluids into your dripping pussy. your last orgasm crashed at the same time

both of you moaned into others mouth. he lifted you up and stuck his fingers into your sensitive pussy. putting his finger full of both of yours releases into his mouth making a moaning sound

“ taste us baby”

he put the other hand into your mouth. making you taste yourself and him. he took this finger out of you mouth making a pop with your mouth. that made him twitch under you.

he left the bed to get a towel to clean you up.

“ you did so good baby its like you were made just for me”

“ i love you so much”

you hummed

“ i love you”

closing your eyes while resting your head to his chest you fell a sleep him holding you

xxxx

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[guliexe]

.ᐟ guliexe’s archive …. 2hollis and hamzah fics

2HOLLIS

⸝⸝ After Class Pt.1 (smut) 3.9k

you go on a date with your crush and he invites you over for a movie. little did you know he'd have his face between your thighs by the end of the night.

⸝⸝ After Class Pt.2 (smut) 3.3k

you and your boyfriend have sweet sex together for the first time.

⸝⸝ Tease (smut) 3.4k

hollis is always teasing you, you secretly love it, so when you stayed to help him clean up, you finally gave in.

⸝⸝ Tokyo (smut) 5.0k

you go to tokyo to film a vlog for your friends, feelings are confessed, things heat up.

⸝⸝ Jealous (smut) 5.2k

you go to a club to celebrate your friends birthday and you get jealous when you see your crush talk to another girl.

⸝⸝ 2hollis nsfw alphabet

⸝⸝ Bf!2hollis headcanons (sfw & nsfw)

HAMZAH

⸝⸝ Hotel Vlog (smut) 4.6k

you go to a 5 star hotel with mandy, martin and hamzah for a vlog. hamzah can’t stop thinking about you and you eventually fuck!

‪⸝⸝ Bf!Hamzah headcanons (sfw & nsfw)

[lilacdollie4]

[wonfaery]

gynecologist!jake who u go to cus no matter who u fuck u just can’t cum :(((

gynecologist!jake who tells u it’s completely normal!!

gynecologist!jake who tells you he needs to examine u and to lie back and spread your pretty legs for him

gynecologist!jake who freezes cus he doesn’t think in all his years of his job has he ever seen a prettier pussy

gynecologist!jake who scissors you open with his long veiny hand in preparation for his huge cock

gynecologist!jake who fucks u so good and has u cumming so many times u can’t even remember what you came there for

gynecologist!jake who doesn’t give a fuck if this is unprofessional and will gladly lose his job if it means he gets to stuff his cum in your pretty little cunt for the rest of his life

but of course you don’t know any better

u just wanna finally cum while he makes you dumb on his cock:((((

UGHH I CANT STOP THINKINGGG ABOUT THISSS

literally gynecologist!jake would schedule appointments for you and never charge you because the feeling of your pussy is priceless

[wonfaery]

knife play with hee when he accidentally figures out it’s one of your kinks

“oh?” heeseung laughs when he sees you drip with more slick. “i guess you like this more than i thought.”

you lick your lips, whimpering when the sharp knife trails down to where you’re completely soaked. heeseung’s smirk is vile as he uses the pointed edge of the knife to ghost over your clit.

“so nasty,” he sounds pleased as he repeats the motion.

“please,” you whimper, feeling your clit throb in need.

“please, what?” heeseung laughs meanly. “cut you?”

he laughs again when you drip with more arousal.

[wonfaery]

IT’S A KNIFE

[wonfaery]

Pleaseeeee can we get more of heeseung step father 🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿

Everything about what you’re doing is wrong. You know that, but you can’t get yourself to stop. Not when you have the world’s biggest crush on your mom’s husband.

That’s why you’re in the position you’re in now: lying on your bed, sheets crumpled beneath you with your stepdad’s face buried in your cunt. His strong hands are holding your trembling thighs open, keeping you nice and spread for him. The way he eats pussy is sloppy. He slurps and sucks on your raw clit, not caring that the lewd noise fills the room.

Your mom is disoriented and sick in their bedroom anyway.

The only time Heeseung pulls away from the heaven between your legs is to spit on it before he dives right back in. His slick tongue thrusts in and out of your drippy hole with an insatiable need that has you gasping and whining. He’s already made you cum twice, and now there’s a puddle forming on the sheets under your ass from how wet you’ve gotten.

“D-Daddy, it’s too much,” you whine to him as you try to squirm away from his mouth.

Heeseung glares up at you from between your legs and after giving your throbbing clit one last harsh suck, he pulls away. You sigh in relief, but then he’s spreading your folds with one hand and bringing the other down harshly against your clit. The stinging sensation makes you yelp. He does it again and again until you cover your mouth to stifle your moans.

The last thing you want is your sick mom finding you in bed with her husband. What would she say if she saw your pussy juice all over his face?

“You’ll take what I give you,” Heeseung growls with another harsh slap.

As usual, you nod obediently. He gives you an attractive grin before he lowers his head again to suck greedily at your swollen clit. Your stepdad grunts as he slips two fingers into your pussy without resistance. His spit dribbles down to your puckered hole as he makes the dirtiest sounds you’ve ever heard. You didn’t know it was possible to be this greedy when it came to eating pussy, but you’d be lying if you said you don’t love it.

“You’re such a messy little girl, baby. Getting these sheets all dirty. Fuck. I didn’t know pussies could leak this much,” he groans into your cunt, flicking his tongue and curling his fingers. “You must really love daddy, huh?”

You clench around him, cumming for the third time with a whimper and the bastard finally lifts his face away from you. Heeseung gives you that infuriating smirk again, darting his tongue out to lick as much of your juices from his face as he can manage.

It doesn’t take your stepdad long to pull his cock out. It’s fat and heavy, hanging low even though it’s hard.

“Be a good girl for me, sweetheart. Open up for me,” he coos, grabbing you by your hips and tugging you towards him.

You both watch, entranced, as he pushes the tip in. Heeseung doesn’t fight the smirk that forms at the noise you make. God, are you a dirty girl. His dirty girl.

He pushes in so slowly that he’s barely even moving. The stretch hurts, but you love every painful second. When he finally bottoms out with a groan, you feel so full that you can barely breathe.

“Fuck. How are you still so fucking tight?” He laughs out in disbelief, bangs hanging in front of his eyes as he lets his head hang low.

He’s obviously referring to all the times you’ve let him fuck you. Honestly, you yourself are surprised. Even after all the times you’ve fucked, you still can’t get used to his big cock.

Heeseung pulls out slowly until just the tip is left inside. His thick cock is glistening with your arousal. He stares down appreciatively at the sight before thrusting back in roughly. You squeal loudly, no longer thinking about your mom. Not that your stepdad cares. In fact, he loves that you can’t ever stay quiet.

He builds a rhythm, rocking his hips against yours until you’re shaking from pleasure. The sound of your moans fill the room and mix in with his deep grunts. Heeseung grabs your hips, using his hold on you so that he can manhandle you into his thrusts, making sure he’s filling up every inch of your tight pussy.

“Such a fucking slut,” Heeseung moans as he rocks into you harder. “Letting daddy mold this little pussy into the shape of his dick while your poor mom is sick in bed.”

You nod at his words, too fucked out to even register what he’s saying. You’ll agree to anything he says as long as he keeps up with what he’s doing.

“Dirty little girl. My cock’s just splitting you open, and you’re just– Fucking. Taking. It.” He punctuates his words with deep, slow thrusts that make your hot cunt pulse and clench around his cock.

Heeseung groans and grabs the underside of your thighs. He presses them against your chest and starts drilling his cock into you at a savage pace. Your stepdad’s cock hits inside you so much deeper like this. It feels like he’s punching the air out of your lungs every time his heavy balls slap against your ass.

“Cum for me, baby. Make another mess for me so I can fill you up.”

You moan and grab his shoulders as he pounds you into the mattress. Your nails claw at his skin, and you feel the wetness of his own blood beneath your fingers, but he doesn't even flinch. He seems to like it, letting out a low moan as your nails dig into him. Your eyes roll back as you cum, your lips parting as you cry out loudly, not caring about your sick mother down the hall

“Daddy!” You gush around his cock, leaking all over your own thighs until it’s dripping down his balls.

“Such a dirty girl,” Heeseung grunts, his movements becoming erratic as his balls tighten. “Shit, baby. Gonna cum, and you're gonna fucking take it.”

He drills into your wet hole one last time, burying himself to the hilt and holding himself there. He grinds against you sloppily as his cock shoots ropes of cum deep inside you.

“Yes, that’s my good fucking girl,” Heeseung groans as he fucks his cum deeper into you.

You’re both panting, and the room reeks of sex. But your stepdad doesn’t move. He only gives you a filthy grin that lets you know this is far from over.

[wonfaery]

hi... could you write smthg on stepdad heeseung sharing the reader with the hyung line .... yk starting with sending their vdos to actually letting them have a turn with her

Heeseung can’t deny that showing off has always given him a sick thrill. This is especially true when it comes to his friends. He loves showing off to them more than anyone. That’s why he can’t resist sending them a video of his cute stepdaughter bouncing on his dick on a random Tuesday night.

They’re envious, they can admit that. Especially because you look and sound so tempting. The way you take Heeseung’s cock in that tiny little hole has them all fucking their fists while picturing themselves in that lucky bastard’s spot. Luckily for them, their friend isn’t too mean since he keeps sending videos of you in the group chat. They’re always so delicious and have a range they can appreciate—you sucking his cock, riding his face, or getting folded in half and getting bred.

So after months of nothing but jerking off and whiny pleas, Heeseung finally relents and tells them they can have a taste. But only because he insists that his slutty stepdaughter loves the idea just as much.

Sunghoon goes first, and he can’t deny that seeing you jerk Jake and Jay off while Heeseung fucks your mouth makes him harder than he already is. He’s fucking you sloppily, already covered in your orgasm from earlier.

“Such a little slut, aren’t you, princess?” Heeseung groans as you swirl your tongue around his bulbous tip. “You’ve barely met daddy’s friends today, and you’re already letting them use you like a little cumdump.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your small hands jerking off the two men faster.

Sunghoon laughs as his throbbing cock grazes the gummy spot inside you again. He starts rubbing your puffy clit with a wolfish smirk that has you tightening around him. “Don’t be so mean. This pretty pussy deserves to get spoiled.”

Your body bounces with every powerful snap of Sunghoon’s hips, and both Jake and Jay reach over to grab your bouncing tits. You cry out around your stepdad’s cock.

“Good girl,” Jake gives you a pretty smile that makes you want to take his cock next.

“Fuck, Hee. Can’t believe you’ve been keeping this little angel from us.”

Heeseung gives Jay a lazy, attractive smirk as he thrusts his cock further down your throat.

“God, is she fucking tight,” Sunghoon groans as he tosses his head back.

“Isn’t she?” Heeseung’s voice is soothing and deep as his friends twist and pull at your sensitive, hardened nipples. “Make her cum again so these two can have their turn.”

Sunghoon smirks and pounds his cock into you at a rougher pace. Your juices paint his cock as he repeatedly slams into your sweet spot. Sunghoon groans when your pussy clenches around him like you never want to let him go.

Heeseung pulls his cock out of your throat at the same time his two friends cum all over your tits. You whine when your stepdad shoots his load all over your face. Just being covered in cum makes you squirt all over Sunghoon’s big cock.

The four men laugh and coo when you’re left a trembling, cum-covered mess.

“Move. It’s my turn.”

[coquette-club]

PinkPanthress x Uggs

[sunnixbunni]

Heeseung smut audio ☆☆☆

A nice creampie after a long day at work 😋

Handcrafted 😍😍😍😍

[voidatelier]

VOID

toxic!hollis x fem!reader smutshot ! mdni

about: after a devastating breakup, the last person you expect to obsess over is your ex boyfriend's best friend. hollis knows exactly what he is: a bad decision. he tells you from the very beginning that he won't love you, won't stay and will only leave you emptier than before. but sometimes being wanted feels better than being lonely.

this fic is heavily inspired by ♪ fill the void — the weeknd ♪

authors note: there was an itch i desperately needed to scratch. enjoy my angels, i love u <333

-

"i’m so sorry, y/n. but i’ve felt this way for months. i just didn’t know how to tell you… that i’m not in love with you anymore."

his words still echoed through your head.

your boyfriend - no, your ex boyfriend - had spent months pretending there was still love left. pretending there was still an us while lying awake beside you every night, wondering when and how he was finally going to tell you it was over. all those futures you’ve imagined suddenly reduced to dust. gray. meaningless. dead.

-

you’d gotten lucky and found a place of your own pretty quickly. not big but modern. large windows. a small kitchen. enough room to hide away and somehow get over the last three years. at least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

all you had left to do was pick up the rest of your things from your old apartment and then that was it.

and now you were standing in front of your old front door. the nameplate still carried both your last names and immediately your eyes started burning again.

fuck. why did it have to end like this? why couldn’t you be happy for once? he’d been made for you. so loving. so beautiful. so... him.

but you’d become boring to him. like a toy that suddenly loses its appeal the second a new one appears. he didn’t have someone new tho… right?

with trembling fingers you pressed the doorbell and heard the familiar shrill sound from the other side. the mailman. pizza deliveries. your parents. his parents. you’d opened this door for all of them before. and now you were standing on the other side of it. it felt so wrong.

you heard footsteps. a second later your ex was standing in front of you. "hi y/n." - "...hi" you tried to smile. the kind of smile that said:

i’m handling this breakup great. you mean just as little to me as i clearly meant to you. 

lie. a huge lie. the hole in your chest felt enormous. almost a void.

"come in. i put your stuff together on the dining table." he stepped aside. "oh, perfect. thank you." you walked into what used to be your home.

"nice to see you y/n." a deep voice suddenly spoke from the couch. flat. unbothered. it could only be one person. you glanced toward the sound and immediately rolled your eyes.

hollis.

your ex boyfriend’s best friend sat exactly the way he always did: sprawled across the couch like he owned the place. one arm stretched across the backrest. legs spread. black hoodie. golden rings. those messy blond hair strands. completely unbearable. his eyes drifted over you for a second before returning to his phone like he couldn’t care less.

your blood instantly started boiling. god. him. of course he was here. ever since you and your ex had gotten together, hollis had somehow always been around. sitting on the couch. showing up uninvited. dragging him out to bars. bringing different girls to parties so often that you'd stopped trying to remember their names.

he was everything you hated. superficial. arrogant. the kind of guy who treated relationships like temporary entertainment until something newer walked into the room. and somehow your ex adored him.

the two of them had always made absolutely no sense to you. your ex had been kind. thoughtful. the type of person who remembered how you took your coffee and texted you when you got home safely. hollis was... hollis.

all sharp smiles and pretty words. the type of guy who could make you feel insulted without ever technically saying anything insulting. sometimes you wondered what they even talked about when they were alone. and now, standing here after getting your heart ripped out, an ugly thought suddenly pushed its way into your head.

what if he'd had something to do with it? what if all those nights out together had turned into conversations about you? what if hollis had been the one sitting in his ear, telling him he was too young to settle down? that he could do better. that he was wasting his twenties. that his girlfriend had become boring.

your stomach twisted. maybe that wasn't fair. maybe it wasn't true. but looking at hollis sprawled across the couch like he owned the place, it felt true enough.

"hollis, hi." you immediately looked away before something passive aggressive slipped out by accident. instead, you started gathering your things from the dining table. a few books. some clothes. all the random pieces of your life that had somehow remained behind because they belonged to the apartment. until now.

you swung the heavy bag over your shoulder. "i think that's everything. thanks for putting it all together." your ex gave you a small smile. there was guilt in it. he knew you too well. knew every little expression on your face. knew exactly when you were pretending to be okay. and right now he knew you were hurting.

"do you wanna stay for a drink?" his gaze dropped briefly to the bag hanging from your shoulder. "or should i help you carry that to your car?" you shook your head before he could finish. "let's not make this any weirder than it already is." for a moment he just looked at you. then he nodded. "alright." a second later he pulled you into a brief hug. "take care, y/n."

fuck. no. don't cry. don't cry. don't cry. his cologne. his warmth. his arms around you. your heart shattered for what felt like the thousandth time this week. because this was it.

this wasn't one of those fights where you'd both cool off and find your way back to each other. this wasn't temporary. this was the end.

and somehow you already missed him while he was still standing right in front of you. the realization hit like a punch to the ribs.

this might be the last time he ever holds you like this. the last hug while still loving him. the last time you'd be allowed to pretend, even for a second, that everything was okay.

your eyes started burning immediately. shit. you pulled back before he could notice, quickly brushing a tear from your cheek.

"yeah," you managed quietly. "you too." then you grabbed your bag and headed for the door. he wasn't going to see how badly this was destroying you. and hollis definitely wasn't going to see you cry.

-

"come on, you can’t keep hiding forever." your best friend sounded playfully annoyed through the phone. you grinned despite yourself as you absentmindedly continued putting things away around your apartment.

"oh yes i can. and i fully intend to." - "nope. absolutely not. you’re coming out with us tonight babe. you need a distraction." you rolled your eyes. "i have zero desire to go out and i don’t need a distraction."

a brief sigh came from the other end of the line. understanding, but still annoyed. "okay. i’ll send you our location anyway and if you change your mind, you can join us whenever. seriously. whenever."

you nodded to yourself. "yeah okay. thanks. but i really think i’m spending tonight at home." you nervously bit down on your lower lip. "that’s okay babe. take care of yourself. i’ll come over tomorrow and we can get food together or something?"

that sounded better. "...i’d like that." a small giggle. "then i’ll look forward to seeing you tomorrow." - "have fun tonight. tell everyone i said hi or whatever." - "i will! love you." your lips curved slightly upward. "love you too." another giggle. a dramatic kissing sound into the phone. then the call ended.

it was sweet. really sweet. the way your best friend kept trying to drag you back into the world. trying to fight your sadness for you when you couldn’t quite manage it yourself.

but a party wasn’t going to fix this. the music. the crowd. the sticky heat inside some packed club. the alcohol. it sounded less like a distraction and more like a complete disaster waiting to happen. and honestly? you already had enough problems.

-

the evening arrived faster than expected. you'd spent most of the afternoon unpacking the last pieces of your life from cardboard boxes. books onto shelves. clothes into drawers. little things that made the apartment feel slightly less empty.

it didn't work. the place still felt unfamiliar. like you were just borrowing someone else's life for a while. eventually exhaustion caught up with you. you changed into an oversized shirt, brushed your teeth and crawled into bed far earlier than you normally would have. maybe sleep would help. maybe if you slept long enough, tomorrow would hurt less.

-

the apartment was quiet. too quiet. for a few minutes you simply stared at the ceiling. then you rolled onto your side. the side you'd always slept on. the side facing him. your stomach twisted. because there was no him anymore. no warm body beside you. no familiar breathing. no sleepy "goodnight" mumbled into the darkness. nothing. just cold sheets.

you squeezed your eyes shut. instantly your brain betrayed you. movie nights. lazy sunday mornings. his hand finding yours beneath restaurant tables. his laugh. his smile. the way he'd pull you closer in his sleep without even waking up. every memory felt sharp enough to cut. you opened your eyes again. fuck.

before you could stop it, a tear rolled down your cheek. then another. and another. suddenly you were crying. really crying. the ugly kind. the kind that made your chest hurt. the kind that left you gasping for air between breaths.

because he wasn't coming back. because tomorrow morning you'd wake up alone. and the morning after that. and the one after that too. no text messages. no good mornings. no sleepy kisses. just you.

the realization hit all over again and you buried your face in the pillow as a sob escaped your throat. god. this hurt. it hurt so much.

by the time the crying finally slowed, your eyes felt swollen and your head was pounding.

the room suddenly felt too small. too quiet. too full of him. you reached for your phone. you'd been lying here for almost an hour. sleep wasn't happening.

another glance toward the empty side of the bed. that did it. you sat up immediately. you couldn't stay here. not right now. not with your thoughts.

with a groan you pushed yourself out of bed and headed toward the kitchen. maybe getting out for a few minutes wouldn't magically fix anything but sitting here crying yourself to sleep clearly wasn't working either.

you opened the fridge. and immediately regretted it. an open jar of olives, a few soft drinks. absolutely nothing that qualified as an actual meal. you stared at the shelves for a moment before letting out a hollow laugh. right.

when had you last gone grocery shopping? when had you last eaten anything that wasn't purely out of obligation? your stomach twisted unpleasantly.

suddenly it hit you that you'd barely eaten all day. maybe not even yesterday either. no wonder you felt like shit. exhausted. dizzy. emotionally unstable enough to cry over an empty side of a bed.

your eyes drifted toward the clock on the microwave. 11:39 pm. too late for the grocery store. great. for a second you considered giving up and going back to bed. but the thought of lying there alone with your thoughts made your chest tighten immediately. no. absolutely not.

the gas station around the corner was still open. they always had sandwiches. snacks. random overpriced food. and honestly? a ten minute walk sounded a lot more appealing than another hour spent staring at the ceiling. so you threw on a loose jacket over your crop top, slipped into your slippers, grabbed your wallet and keys and headed for the door.

-

it was 11:53 pm when you arrived. neon lights. questionable people hanging around the pumps. and the brightly lit building itself, glowing against the darkness like a tiny island of artificial life. at least something still had color these days.

the automatic doors slid open. you stepped inside. the familiar chime above the entrance rang softly and the cashier briefly glanced up before returning to whatever show was playing on his phone.

you wandered through the aisles without much purpose. a sandwich. a bottle of water. some random snacks. not because you were hungry. just because you knew you should probably eat something. your body felt like it was running on fumes.

eventually you found yourself standing in front of the candy shelves. and just like that, your heart broke all over again. your fingers tightened around the basket.

movie night snacks. his favorite chocolate. the sour candy he'd always steal from you. stupid little things that suddenly felt impossible to look at. every shelf seemed filled with reminders. every brightly colored package carried some stupid memory attached to it. him.

the person you no longer knew anything about. what he was doing. how he was feeling. whether he regretted any of it. whether he missed you at all. or if he'd already moved on.

a tear slipped down your cheek. you quickly wiped it away. god. pull yourself together. you grabbed the first chocolate bar within reach and turned around. straight into someone. a solid chest. warm. broad. the impact wasn't hard, but enough to make you stumble.

"fuck, sorry." the apology left your mouth automatically. then you looked up. and immediately wished you hadn't. oh, for fuck's sake.

hollis. of course it was hollis.

because apparently the universe had decided this night wasn't humiliating enough yet. he stood there with his hood pulled loosely over his head. messy blond strands spilled out beneath it. his black eyeliner had smudged slightly throughout the day, framing his eyes in a way that somehow looked intentional. gold chains rested against pale skin. rings decorated nearly every finger. expensive cologne lingered around him. dark. annoyingly good.

he looked less like a normal person and more like some kind of beautiful warning sign. the type of man every mother warned their daughter about. the type of man girls ignored that warning for anyway. which was probably why there was always some new girl laughing at his jokes before the previous one had even disappeared.

his eyes drifted over you. slowly. taking everything in. the swollen eyes. the tear stains. the oversized jacket. the sweatpants. the slippers. humiliation immediately crawled up your spine. not him. literally anyone but him.

a slow grin appeared on his face. there it was. that look. the one that made you want to commit a felony. "damn." his gaze lingered on your face. "as i can see you're handling the breakup really well." your jaw tightened instantly. "go fuck yourself." he laughed. "there she is." you hated him. genuinely. deeply. with your entire soul.

his gaze dropped briefly to the collection of random snacks in your basket before returning to your face. "midnight gas station run?" - "what gave it away?" the grin widened. "the fact you're standing in a gas station at midnight."

you rolled your eyes and tried stepping around him. only for something to slip from your hands. the strawberry chocolate bar hit the floor. the sound was stupidly small. but somehow it was enough.

your vision blurred immediately. seriously? you squeezed your eyes shut. not here. not now. not in front of him. but the lump in your throat was already growing. your chest tightening all over again.

it wasn't about the chocolate bar. it wasn't about the gas station. it wasn't even about hollis. it was everything. the apartment, the empty bed, the breakup. the fact that you couldn't even buy snacks without crying anymore.

a shaky breath left your lips. shit. you immediately looked away. humiliating. fucking humiliating. for a second neither of you moved. then hollis bent down and picked up the chocolate bar. when he straightened again his expression looked different. still hollis. but different. less amused.

he held the bar out to you. you took it with trembling fingers. "thanks." your voice sounded awful. you hated that he heard it. you hated that he saw it. you hated that of all people it had to be him.

he looked at you, then exhaled slowly through his nose. "fuck." you laughed bitterly. "yeah. thanks." - "that's not what i meant." another tear slipped down your cheek. you wiped it away immediately. then another. and another. great. now you were crying in a gas station.

hollis stared at you for a second. then muttered something under his breath. "come here." you blinked. what?

before you could even process the words, a hand settled against your shoulder. gentle. guiding. and suddenly you were standing against his chest. your entire body froze. because... what? what the fuck? this was hollis. hollis.

his arms settled around you almost automatically. like he wasn't even thinking about it. safe. which made absolutely no sense. you could smell his cologne again. feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing. for a second you should've pulled away. you knew that.

instead your eyes squeezed shut. because you were exhausted. because everything hurt. because fighting him suddenly felt harder than letting it happen.

"hey." his voice was quieter now. you hated that it sounded nice. "it's okay." another sob caught in your throat. his hand moved once across your back. slow. "i know." your face burned. this was a nightmare. a weird fever dream. or maybe you'd finally lost your mind. because somehow he was comforting you. and worse: it was working.

after a moment he rested his chin lightly against the top of your head. he was annoyingly tall. "i'm driving you home." you frowned immediately and pulled back just enough to look up at him. "what?" - "i'm driving you home." - "i can walk." - "i know." - "it's ten minutes." - "i know." - "then why-"

his eyes rolled. "because i'm not letting you walk home like this." you opened your mouth. closed it again. he glanced toward the windows. toward the darkness outside. then back at you. "it's midnight." his gaze flicked toward your swollen eyes. "and you're a mess." - "wow." - "you know what i mean. and your ex would kill me if he found out i let you walk home crying at midnight."

you stared at him. still confused. still suspicious. still convinced this was somehow a prank. but mostly just tired. so unbelievably tired. the thought of walking home alone suddenly sounded a lot worse than getting into a car with hollis. which was probably the strangest thing that had happened all week.

-

five minutes later you were sitting in hollis' car. somehow. which was ridiculous. if someone had told you yesterday that you'd spend your friday night crying into hollis' hoodie before letting him drive you home, you would've laughed in their face.

now you sat in the passenger seat of a car that probably cost more than your entire apartment. neither of you spoke much. the city lights drifted past the windows while soft music played somewhere in the background.

every now and then you caught yourself glancing around the interior. black leather. expensive. spotless. very hollis.

your gaze drifted toward the back seat and immediately you regretted it. because now your brain was doing that thing again. how many girls had laid back there? how many names had he forgotten the next morning? how many had thought they were special?

beside you, hollis rested one hand lazily on the steering wheel. completely relaxed. like tonight had been the most normal thing in the world. the silence wasn't awkward. somehow it was worse. because neither of you acknowledged what had happened. and before you could get trapped in your thoughts again, the car slowed. you blinked. already?

your apartment building stood right in front of you. the drive had passed far quicker than expected. hollis shifted the car into park. "made it." there he was again. the hollis you knew. dry. unbothered. as if he hadn't been holding you twenty minutes ago.

you looked down at your hands. "thanks." he gave a small nod. "try eating something." your eyes lifted. "seriously." - "okay mom." the corner of his mouth twitched. and just like that, the moment was over. no emotional goodbye. no more conversation. no weird lingering look.

you grabbed your things and climbed out of the car. when you looked back once before entering the building, his headlights were already disappearing down the street.

-

"he did not." your best friend stared at you in disbelief from across the table, chopsticks frozen halfway to her mouth. "he did." you shrugged. "i don't know why either."

as promised, she'd come over today and the two of you had ordered chinese food. most of the afternoon had been spent gossiping, laughing and talking about literally anything except your breakup.

but eventually you'd told her about last night. about the gas station. about hollis. and unfortunately, the whole thing had stayed in your head a lot longer than it should have. mostly because it made absolutely no sense. hollis had never been nice to you before.

"if you ask me?" your best friend pointed her chopsticks at you. "he wants to fuck you." you nearly dropped your fork. "what?" - "i'm serious." - "no." - "yes." - "absolutely not." she rolled her eyes. "y/n, the man is an idiot with an ego the size of a continent." - "he's also my ex's best friend." - "and?" - "and he's not gonna risk that."

your best friend laughed. "you think a guy like hollis spends his evenings thinking about consequences?" - "he doesn't even like me." - "oh please." she leaned back in her chair. "the guy barely waits five minutes after you're single before comforting you in a gas station and driving you home." - "i was crying." - "exactly." - "people comfort crying people."

your bestie just stared at you. "not hollis." okay. fair. you opened your mouth. closed it again. because annoyingly enough, she had a point.

"i don't know." you stabbed your noodles a little too aggressively. "it doesn't matter anyway." your best friend sighed. "okay." she pointed her chopsticks at you again.

"before we change the subject, i need you to promise me something." you immediately narrowed your eyes. "that's never a good start." - "promise me you won't get involved with him." you nearly laughed. "what?" - "i'm serious, y/n."

the amusement had disappeared from her face. "you're heartbroken. you're vulnerable. and hollis is..." she grimaced. "...a player." she leaned forward slightly. "that man is emotional poison." you rolled your eyes.

"nothing is going to happen." - "good." - "seriously." - "good." her expression softened. "you need to heal." the words landed a little heavier than expected. "you don't need some arrogant asshole distracting you from that."

for a moment, you looked down at your food. then nodded. "nothing's gonna happen." your best friend seemed satisfied with that. thankfully, there was plenty of gossip from last night's party to distract her with before she could interrogate you any further.

-

it was already dark outside by the time you said goodbye to your best friend. she pulled you into a long, tight hug. "text me if anything's wrong, okay?" you nodded. "and don't let some fuckboy drive you home again." you laughed. "yes ma'am." she pointed a finger at you. "i'm serious." - "i know." finally, she blew you a dramatic kiss. "goodnight!" - "goodnight."

a second later the door closed. and just like that you were alone again. the silence settled almost immediately. heavy. your chest tightened. there it was again. that awful feeling. the anxiety. the emptiness. something gnawing at you from the inside out.

you needed a distraction. immediately. so you grabbed your phone and collapsed onto the couch. your eyes briefly drifted toward the takeout containers still sitting on the coffee table. you should probably clean those up. eventually.

after getting comfortable beneath the blanket, you opened instagram and started scrolling through your feed. one post, then another and another. until a red notification suddenly appeared. a new like. you frowned. what? your last post was weeks old. curious you tapped the notification and immediately felt your pulse quicken.

2hollis liked your post.

you blinked. then again. your thumb immediately tapped his profile. no, it was definitely him. and the post he'd liked was almost six weeks old. how the hell had he even found it? probably an accident.

instagram did weird things sometimes. maybe he'd been scrolling. maybe he hadn't even meant to like it. but... he'd never interacted with any of your posts before. not once.

and before you could stop yourself, your thoughts were already spiraling. his name on your screen. his voice. the feeling of his arms around you. your best friend's words immediately echoed through your head. he just wants to fuck you. you groaned and dropped your head back against the couch. "absolutely not." because that was ridiculous.

hollis could have whoever he wanted. there always seemed to be some new girl ending up in his bed. some new girl convinced she'd be the exception. some new girl waiting for a text that probably never came. why would he suddenly be interested in you?

and yet his attention lingered in your mind far longer than it should have. because as much as you hated admitting it, his presence last night had felt good. comforting. safe.

and hollis was many things. but safe wasn't supposed to be one of them. it didn't help that he looked the way he did either. the messy blond hair. the dark eyes. the stupid jewelry. the kind of face people wrote songs about and made terrible decisions for. you hated that too.

hated that he was hotter than you'd ever willingly admit out loud. hated that your best friend might actually have a point. the more you thought about it, the more one thing became painfully obvious.

every time your mind drifted toward hollis, it drifted away from the breakup. not completely. just enough. enough to breathe. enough to survive another evening. the ache in your chest softened. the memories grew quieter. and for a little while your ex stopped being the center of every thought. it felt wrong. but it was addictive. like replacing one problem with another.

what you didn't know was that people like hollis were very good at staying in someone's head once they'd gotten there. and judging by the fact that you were lying on your couch thinking about him instead of your ex, he already had one foot in the door.

-

the next few days weren't any better. even tho you hadn't seen him again and he hadn't appeared on your instagram since, somehow he was still there. in your head. which only made everything worse.

because there was nothing between you. nothing real. no flirting. no messages. nothing that should've justified how often your thoughts drifted back to him. and yet they did.

maybe because your heart was still searching for something to hold onto. something steady. something safe. and as much as you hated admitting it, the way he'd looked at you that night had stayed with you. the way he'd wrapped his arms around you without hesitation. the way he'd simply decided you weren't walking home alone. like it wasn't even a question.

it had gotten under your skin more than you wanted to admit. those thoughts remained yours tho. buried deep where nobody else could see them. there was no way in hell you were telling anyone that barely a week after your breakup, you were thinking about your ex boyfriend's best friend. even in your own head, it sounded awful. wrong.

you kept trying to convince yourself it wasn't a crush. that you were simply confused. vulnerable. lonely. but every time you opened instagram, there was that tiny flicker of hope. maybe another like. maybe a message. something that proved you hadn't imagined it all. something that proved the comfort you'd felt that night had been real.

but there was nothing. and the days blurred together. grief. missing your old life. missing the person you'd thought you'd spend years with. long nights. too much thinking. and somewhere underneath all of it a growing curiosity toward something you knew you shouldn't want.

something forbidden. and maybe that was exactly why it was so hard to ignore, because once you'd had a taste of the distraction you couldn't stop wanting more. 

-

talking about distractions, your best friend had finally managed to convince you to come to a party. one of her neighbors was throwing a house party. parents away. rich parents. huge house. cool people. free drinks. at least that was how she'd sold it to you.

and after far more convincing than should've been necessary, you'd eventually agreed. partly because sitting alone in your apartment clearly wasn't helping. and partly because you desperately needed something to get a certain blond idiot out of your head.

so now the two of you sat in the back of an uber, dressed up for the first time in what felt like forever. your best friend was busy touching up her lipstick while you watched the neighborhood pass by through the window. expensive. that was the first thing that came to mind. large gates. luxury cars. houses that looked more like small mansions.

"damn." you raised an eyebrow. "these people have money." your best friend laughed. "who knows? maybe tonight you'll meet your dream man." you already didn't like where this was going. "a rich one," she continued. "then the old one will be forgotten in no time."

you shot her a look. she immediately winced. "right. too soon." - "way too soon." - "sorry, babe." her voice softened instantly. and just like that, the conversation died. thankfully. because thinking about him still hurt. more than you wanted to admit.

a few minutes later, the uber pulled up in front of a massive white house. your eyes widened slightly. "holy shit." - "i know." your best friend practically bounced in her seat. after thanking the driver the two of you climbed out.

she clapped her hands together excitedly. "i'm so happy you're finally coming out again." a grin spread across her face. "i missed this." you smiled. "first stop?" she held up an imaginary glass. "drinks." - "drinks." and with that the two of you headed inside.

an hour later, you were actually having fun. which felt strange. almost wrong. but good. you'd said hello to friends. met a few strangers. found the drinks. found the dance floor.

and for the first time in days your thoughts weren't constantly circling the same things. outside, people gathered around tall tables beneath strings of lights. a huge pool reflected the glow from the house. inside, the music was loud enough to shake the floorboards. whoever had gotten control of the aux deserved an award. every song somehow hit.

after a few drinks, everyone was singing along. dancing. performing like they were on stage. it was exactly what you needed. then the front door opened. again. probably for the hundredth time that evening. your eyes drifted toward it automatically. just another group of strangers. that's what you expected. instead, your entire body went still.

fuck. hollis. and standing right beside him, your ex.

suddenly the music didn't feel quite as loud anymore. the two of them stepped inside together. apparently they knew the host. she immediately threw her arms around hollis. then around your ex. you honestly couldn't decide which part bothered you more.

"hey." your best friend was suddenly beside you. "you okay?" her gaze followed yours. immediately understanding. "oh my god." she grimaced. "the deluxe package." you grabbed your drink and raised it toward her. maybe it was the alcohol. maybe it was pride. maybe both.

"fuck them." your best friend immediately clinked her glass against yours. "that's my girl." she seemed genuinely relieved. like she thought you were finally moving on. unfortunately she celebrated a little too early.

because the second she looked away, your eyes wandered back toward the entrance. and immediately found his. hollis had already spotted you. his gaze locked onto yours from across the room. dark. unreadable. the kind of look that made your pulse spike for reasons you'd rather not examine too closely.

for a second, neither of you looked away. then your ex noticed you too. unlike hollis, he smiled. warm. familiar. and gave you a small wave. you lifted your hand automatically. waving back. pretending everything was normal. pretending your heart wasn't doing weird things inside your chest.

when your eyes drifted back to hollis, you found exactly nothing. he'd already turned away. one arm casually draped around the host's shoulders while she laughed at something he'd said. of course. of fucking course. that was the moment you decided to stop looking. because whatever this thing was? it was starting to feel a lot like selfdestruction. 

-

a few hours and a few drinks later, the party was still going strong. you and your best friend were laughing about the dumbest things. old stories. inside jokes. random conversations with random people.

shots appeared out of nowhere and somehow everyone kept ending up with one in their hand. the vibe was good. it should've felt easy. carefree. except your eyes kept searching for him. which was ridiculous.

because if you were looking for anyone, it should've been your ex. but it wasn't. every time your gaze wandered across the room, it searched for somebody else entirely. and it drove you insane.

because whenever you found him there was always some girl nearby. laughing. touching his arm. leaning into him. and whenever you couldn't find him your imagination became even worse. where was he? who was he with? what was he doing?

then you'd force yourself back into whatever conversation was happening around you and take another sip. that had been the entire evening. and the worst part? not once had he looked your way. not once.

the thing at the gas station. the car ride. the hug. it suddenly felt like something you'd imagined. like it had never happened at all. eventually, you gave up. a heaviness settled in your chest. another loss. stupid. because this wasn't even real. nothing had happened between you. nothing existed. and somehow it still hurt.

"i'll be right back." you forced a smile at your best friend. she was halfway through another shot and grinned immediately. "hurry back." she pointed dramatically toward the living room. "our song is coming on!" you laughed weakly. "i will." then you disappeared into the hallway.

the second you were alone, the tears started burning behind your eyes. fuck. the alcohol made everything worse. harder to ignore. by the time you reached the bathroom, your vision was already blurry. you slipped inside and locked the door behind you. immediately. then you crossed the room and braced both hands against the sink. your head dropped forward. and everything finally broke.

the breakup. your ex. hollis. the loneliness. all of it. sobs shook through your chest. mascara stained your cheeks. your hands trembled against the porcelain. it hurt. god, it hurt. and somewhere outside those walls, the two people responsible for most of it were simply living their lives. as if nothing had happened.

eventually a knock sounded against the door. once. then again. your eyes squeezed shut. somehow, before you'd even moved, a part of you already knew. ridiculous. impossible. and yet you knew. you quickly wiped your face. attempted to look normal. failed miserably. then unlocked the door. the second it opened, you froze.

hollis.

those dark eyes found yours instantly. and just like that every plan to squeeze past him and pretend you were fine disappeared. for a moment neither of you spoke. his gaze moved slowly across your face. your red eyes. ruined makeup. swollen lips. every piece of evidence.

before you could react he gently pushed the door open wider and stepped inside. it clicked shut behind him. your heart stumbled. immediately you retreated toward the sink again. distance. you needed distance. your eyes fixed on the floor.

"there you are." his voice was quiet. you didn't answer. "was starting to miss those looks." your head snapped up. what? something flickered across his face. amusement.

"don't look so surprised." he leaned against the door. "they weren't exactly subtle."heat rushed into your face. "i don't know what you're talking about." - "sure." his gaze lingered on you. "those eyes were practically on fire."

your stomach dropped. he had noticed. every single time. slowly he pushed away from the door. one step, then another. until suddenly he was standing far too close. you hated how quickly your pulse reacted. hated how easily he affected you.

hollis looked down at you for a moment and whatever he saw made something soften briefly in his expression. "poor thing." the words were barely above a murmur. his fingers brushed against your cheek, wiping away a streak of ruined mascara. his touch felt unreal. and just like that every rational thought disappeared.

the second your eyes met his, hollis knew.  he'd been right. exactly right. there you stood in front of him like a wounded lamb. sweet. innocent. desperate for something to hold onto. and he was prepared to give you everything. everything except love.

the corner of your mouth lifted slightly. his grin softened. "what?" you shook your head. the alcohol had made you far too honest. your heart felt strangely safe. seen. before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out.

"i missed you." his eyebrows lifted. "really?" one hand came up to cup your cheek. the other rested beside you against the sink, fingertips brushing your hip. you let out a disbelieving laugh. "fuck, hollis..." you searched his face. "what are you doing here?" - "wanted to see how you were doing." your smile faded. "after ignoring me the entire night?"

that familiar ache returned to your chest. your eyes shimmered again as you looked up at him. without saying anything, his thumb brushed another tear from your cheek. "i'm here now."

somehow, the fact that he'd arrived with your ex had completely disappeared from your mind. all you saw was him. you studied his face. impossibly beautiful. impossibly close. god... his presence felt so good.

"but you'll leave again." - "and then?" your hands rested against his chest, fingertips absentmindedly tracing the fabric of his shirt. "then i'm alone again."

a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. he hadn't expected to have you wrapped around his finger this quickly. but there you were. looking up at him exactly the way he'd imagined.

"you were alone before me too, angel." your expression faltered. more tears gathered in your eyes. "what do you mean?" - "you said you missed me." he tilted his head slightly. "for that to be true..." his thumb slowly brushed across your cheek. "...you would've had to have me first." his gaze never left yours. "and you never did."

it felt like a knife straight through your chest. then another. and another. your knees almost gave out beneath you. before you could lose your balance, both of his hands settled firmly on your hips, holding you upright. his eyes dropped to your lips. yours followed. only for a second. then back to his eyes. uncertainty. desperation. yes. no.

before you could decide, he closed the distance. your back met the edge of the sink. your arms instinctively slipped around his neck. his lips found yours. certain. like he was leading the kiss instead of asking for it. a quiet groan escaped him as he deepened it.

then suddenly his hands lifted you with effortless ease, setting you onto the bathroom counter. he stepped between your legs without breaking the kiss. your mind went completely blank. everything disappeared.

it felt less like kissing someone and more like taking a drug. the rush that spread through your body was unreal. when he finally pulled away, you blinked at him in silence. whatever he'd said before, you'd already forgotten.

he noticed the confusion on your face immediately. one hand returned to your cheek. "i know you're using me to fill the void inside you." his voice was quiet. "and i know how good it feels." you frowned. "what?" - "but when this wears off..." his thumb brushed gently across your skin. "...it's only going to hurt more."

he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. one last stroke across your cheek. then he stepped back. and left.

you remained sitting there in complete silence. unable to tell whether your chest was burning from the high of his kiss, or from the cruel truth he hadn't even tried to soften.

and that was where it all started going downhill. when your best friend had found you again a few minutes later, she'd never suspected a thing. she'd been too busy dragging you back onto the dance floor. too drunk to notice the mascara still smudged beneath your eyes. too happy to see you smiling again.

she'd assumed you'd simply cried over your ex. you never corrected her. because how were you supposed to explain any of it? you barely understood it yourself.

-

the days that followed became strangely quiet. there wasn't another like. no message. no accidental run-in. nothing.

hollis disappeared as suddenly as he'd appeared. and somehow that only made him louder. he was everywhere.

in your thoughts. in every song that reminded you of that stupid bathroom. in every moment you caught yourself reaching for your phone without even realizing why.

the breakup slowly slipped further into the background. it was still there. still hurting. but it no longer occupied every waking second. something else had taken its place. or rather, someone.

you kept replaying the kiss until parts of it no longer felt real. his hand against your cheek. his voice. i know you're using me to fill the void inside you. you'd gone over those words a hundred different ways. trying to decide whether they'd been cruel or kind. somehow they managed to be both.

every evening followed the same routine. dinner. shower. bed. then your phone. not because you expected anything. because you hoped. a notification. a like. his name. anything. 

there was never anything. and that almost felt worse. because now your own mind was doing his work for him. every night, the urge grew a little stronger. just text him. what's the worst that could happen?

your thumb would hover over his profile. then pull away again. no. your best friend's voice echoed through your head. he's emotional poison. she was right. somewhere underneath all the longing, you knew she was right.

hollis wasn't safe. he wasn't comfort. he wasn't healing. he was a distraction that felt dangerously close to becoming an addiction. and every day, saying no became just a little harder.

-

you managed to resist it. for days. every night, you'd talk yourself out of it. put your phone down. tell yourself you'd feel stupid in the morning. remind yourself that your best friend had been right. that he wasn't good for you. that whatever this was, it wasn't going to end well. and every night, somehow, you'd survive it. until tonight.

tonight something inside you finally gave out. you were sitting on the floor beside your bed again. knees pulled against your chest. tears running freely down your face. your breathing uneven. your heart aching so badly it almost felt physical. the apartment was silent. so painfully silent.

the loneliness wrapped itself around you until it became hard to tell where it ended and where you began. there it was again. the void. darker than ever. and for the first time you couldn't find your own way out of it.

before you could stop yourself, your hand reached for your phone. your vision was blurred from crying. somehow you still opened instagram. somehow your thumb found his profile without thinking. somehow you were already staring at your empty chat. your fingers moved before your head could catch up.

you: i need to see you

his reply came almost instantly. so fast it made your stomach turn. as if he'd been expecting this. expecting you to break.

2hollis: i know

your chest tightened. not i miss you. not i need to see you too. somehow that hurt. and yet the thought of not seeing him hurt even more.

you: now

a few seconds passed.

2hollis: this is a really bad idea

2hollis: come here. or do you want me to come to you?

you didn't even hesitate.

you: come to me please

three little dots appeared almost immediately.

2hollis: don't ask me for things you're not ready for

your thumb hovered above the keyboard for only a second.

you: i know what i want

this time his answer came without delay.

2hollis: omw

suddenly your pulse was pounding in your ears. your heart felt like it was about to burst. you'd invited danger itself into your apartment. late at night. you'd broken the promise you'd made to your best friend. because in just a few minutes he'd be standing in your doorway.

you hurried around the apartment, trying to make it look at least somewhat presentable. then you disappeared into the bathroom. a quick shower. lingerie. loose clothes thrown over the top. casual. effortless. at least that was the goal.

in reality your messages had already given you away. hollis could probably see straight through you now. you were glass.

before the panic had the chance to fully settle in, there was already a knock at the door.

your breath caught. so this was real. behind that door stood the beginning of your end. you knew that with terrifying certainty. and somehow he felt like a drug anyway. his name alone had become something dangerously close to a spell.

you walked to the door and pulled it open. there he was. towering over you. one arm resting casually against the frame. his attention fixed entirely on you. too attentive. too intense.

those dark eyes stripped you bare before either of you had spoken a single word. suddenly you had no idea what to say. every part of you was screaming for him. "hi... y/n." his voice was low. calm. exactly the way you remembered it. hearing your name in his voice made something inside you melt all over again.

"thanks for coming." he smiled faintly. "you invited me." then he stepped past you into the apartment. "i knew this was how it'd end."

he shrugged his jacket off and tossed it over one of your dining chairs before slowly looking around your apartment. his eyes weren't admiring the place. they were evaluating it. deciding where he wanted you first. by the time they found you again, he'd already chosen.

"do you... want something to drink?" the question sounded awkward the second it left your mouth. you both knew that wasn't why he was here. the silence between you already carried the truth. you just weren't brave enough to acknowledge it yet. every step toward him felt like another step toward your own destruction.

hollis settled onto your couch as if he'd done it a hundred times before. then he looked up at you. slowly he patted his thigh. "you know i don't want a drink." you swallowed. then walked over. the moment you reached him, his hands settled firmly on your hips and pulled you onto his lap.

instinctively, your arms slipped around his neck. you needed this. needed him. your lips instinctively searched for his. but just before they met he leaned back. leaving the smallest distance between you.

"you know i'm going to break you." his voice was quiet. honest. a shiver immediately ran through your body. "yes, i know this is a bad idea." he nodded once.

his lips hovered just in front of yours. barely brushing them whenever he spoke. "and you know i'm never going to return your feelings." your eyes immediately filled again. your chest tightened. but none of it surprised you. you'd known that from the beginning.

"...yeah." your voice was barely audible. "i know." his hands slid from your hips to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer until there was almost no space left between you. "then close the distance." his eyes never left yours. "and i'll give you everything you need to fill the void... for tonight."

you blinked. he'd laid every card on the table. there were no lies. no false promises. no pretending. he'd given you the choice. whether you wanted to accept the price.

but you needed him. so so badly. every part of you was screaming. your heartbeat thundered through your body. his fingers dug firmly into your waist. and finally you closed the distance, knowingly signing the most painful contract of your life.

he immediately pulled you against him, kissing you so deeply, so consuming, his tongue slipping into your mouth right away, tangling with yours. his hands slid beneath your shirt, pulling it over your head. his eyes lingered on the black lace bra hugging your body, your hardened nipples visible beneath the fabric and his gaze darkened even more.

"fuck, y/n." his lips brushed your collarbone before traveling lower. one arm kept you securely on his lap while his other hand tugged your bra down just enough for him to wrap his lips around your nipple. a quiet moan escaped you and he looked up at you with pure hunger in his eyes.

"so fucking beautiful." the sight did something to him. beneath you, you felt him getting hard and it drove you insane. the craving. the need. you wanted him so badly. your hands clung to his broad shoulders as you slowly started grinding against him, chasing every bit of friction.

it was intoxicating. the first time you heard a moan leave his lips. he sounded so fucking good and all you wanted was to hear it again. he enjoyed every second of it, leaning back slightly to watch you. both of his hands rested on your hips, guiding the way you moved against him. you felt so desired. so seen. he knew exactly how to make you feel good.

"enough." his voice came out low. he grabbed you and stood up with ease. your hands disappeared into his hair, your swollen lips leaving dark marks along his neck, making sure that, for however long this lasted, he was yours.

once you reached the bedroom, he laid you gently onto the bed. he kissed you deeply one more time before straightening up, his movements suddenly becoming agonizingly slow.

"how many times have you thought about this, hm?" the sound of his voice alone made you melt. "it's even better than it was in my fantasies." a knowing smile spread across his lips. "take your clothes off for me, angel." it wasn't a request. it was an order.

there wasn't much left to take off anyway and within seconds you were lying naked in front of him on the bed. exactly the way he wanted you. his eyes roamed over your body with undisguised hunger. "you make it so fucking hard to resist you."

you reached for him but he gently pushed you back against the mattress. "touch yourself for me, baby. i'll give you everything you've been fantasizing about." and fuck, you wanted to. you needed to. the ache between your legs had become unbearable.

as your fingers slowly began circling your clit, his found the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head with practiced ease. more and more of his skin came into view. defined muscles. pale skin. those gold chains resting against his chest. the sight of his bare torso alone made your pussy clench and he noticed. 

"fuuuck..." he breathed out, his voice low, clearly fighting the urge to pounce on you right then and there. your fingers moved faster. your eyes dropped to the v-line disappearing beneath his pants, then followed his hands as they reached for his belt.

he unbuckled it. slowly. too slowly. he was teasing you and he had every bit of your attention, exactly the way he wanted. then he undid his pants and pushed them down together with his boxers. your lips parted. his hand wrapped around his fully hard cock. he was big, veiny, already throbbing at the sight of you.

everything about him was even better than your fantasies had ever been. slowly, he climbed back onto the bed and hovered over you. the ends of his hair brushed against your sensitive skin as he propped himself up on his strong arms beside you. his eyes locked with yours. pure longing. "i'm gonna make you feel so good now." his voice was barely above a whisper. "do you want that?"

you cupped his face in your hands and nodded. "yes. please... please hollis." one of his hands drifted lower but instead of taking what he wanted right away, he did something you hadn't expected.

he slowly brushed the tip of his cock over your clit, coating himself with your arousal before dragging it through your folds. a soft moan escaped you. he kissed you at the same time. slowly, gently, almost lovingly.

"you sound so pretty, angel. let me hear you." his voice was like honey. again and again, he stroked over your clit, making the ache to have him inside you grow stronger with every pass. then a small grin spread across his face. he grabbed your hips, and before you knew it, you were sitting on top of him, looking down into his eyes.

"i'm all yours, baby. take whatever you want. i'll give you everything." goosebumps spread across your skin. the way he looked up at you was so intense. his cock rested between your thighs while his hands traced over your body with impossible care, as if there were real love behind every touch. you almost believed it. if he hadn't warned you beforehand.

you kissed him again, desperate to memorize every part of him, while wrapping your hand around his cock and slowly lowering yourself onto him. a brief sting. you gasped softly and his hands immediately settled on your hips, steadying you, guiding you down inch by inch. a deep groan slipped from his lips.

once he was fully inside you, you stayed there for a moment, not moving yet. instead, you kissed him desperately, taking in his lips, his face, the way his eyes never left yours, trying to memorize everything, because tomorrow none of it would be yours anymore.

then you finally began to move. having him inside you felt heavenly. every slow motion sent another wave through your body and you were already tightening around him. a few more whispered words, a few more gentle touches, and you knew you'd completely fall apart.

he covered your body in kisses, worshipping every inch of you and little by little you felt yourself losing your mind.

his hands rested on your hips before one slowly slid up to your throat, wrapping around it just enough. not out of violence, but out of control. even though you were the one on top, he was still the one holding all the power. a moan slipped from your lips.

"oh... you like that?" another breathless sound escaped you. "fuck. yeah. i thought so." he felt the way you tightened around him, how the sight of him alone was enough to make your knees weak.

while you rode him, his hands slowly found your wrists. he guided them behind him until they rested against the headboard and you held on instinctively. his lips brushed your ear. "you're gonna cum for me now, angel."

one hand slipped between your legs to your clit while the other stayed firm on your hip. "stay just like that." you obeyed, not moving at all. then he started thrusting up into you from beneath. hard. harder. faster. his fingers moved perfectly in time with every thrust.

"does that feel good baby?" - "fuck... fuck... yes, hollis. yes." he didn't let up. he kept pounding into you, making every sensation stronger until it felt like heaven. closer. closer. fuck. so much closer. your moans became desperate, needy.

"cum with me, baby." his voice was strained now too. he was just as close. your arms began to give out, your whole body trembling and that was exactly when he pushed you over the edge.

your head fell against his shoulder as your orgasm crashed through you and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. "that's it... let go, baby. fuck."

a moment later he came too, buried deep inside you. his cock twitched as he held you against his chest, impossibly close. he pressed a kiss to your shoulder while both of you struggled to catch your breath.

"the way you fuck..." he murmured in that rough, exhausted voice, "i almost fell in love." the words reached you through the haze. almost. they still stung. but you didn't care.

you cupped his face and kissed him again. in that moment, everything felt so real. the emptiness inside you disappeared for just a little while. you'd never felt so alive. never so in love. never so wanted.

he smiled up at you, tired and soft, before gently laying you down beside him. he pulled you into his strong arms while your breathing slowly settled. but little by little, reality found its way back. you traced your fingers gently along his arm.

"are you staying the night?" he kissed your shoulder. "of course, angel." he pulled you even closer before whispering against your skin, "but when you wake up... i'll be gone." and there it was. the truth.

the bitter truth that it had all been an illusion. you suddenly became afraid of falling asleep too soon, because every passing minute meant less time with him. and even while you were still lying safely in his arms, you had never felt lonelier.

he'd been right. he'd even warned you. but he'd chosen you. he wanted you. he had chosen you... to fill your void.

-

didn't proofread this at all i'm tired af but i really wanted to post it <3

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[missyangkim]

Dom Jake audio please!!! Also your sounds are like 100% accurate

yesyesyes!!!

-JAKE AUDIO

warning!nsfw

MDNI!!! unless you want to, your choice

you and jake are at a party and he couldn’t wait any longer so he went into the spare bedroom

missyangkim’s note- i do love a dom jake but lowk here he sounds a bit like a sub but like i mean winwin

[wishforjei]

NSFW audio!

jake is a good boy and lets you take care of him.

[hoonguin]

⠀ PLEASURE AND PRESSURE ❤︎ 박성훈

‎‎ ‎‎‎​ ‎‎ ‎‎‎​ 𝓦𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍⠀‎ ✶ ⠀‎ after a long day, park sunghoon finally has you all to himself. what begins as a quiet night quickly unravels into something far more intense, proving that while almost everyone else is asleep, the two of you are anything but.

𝟐𝟕𝟓𝟑 🗯️ ✽ ─── ⏾ 𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗹 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 park sunghoon⠀‎x ⠀‎ 𝓯 ! rea ´ ꒳ ` 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : established relationship ˒ pwop ˒ possessive sunghoon ˒ literally just smut ˒

𝔀𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : explicit sexual content ⋮ 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 ✿ fingering ˒ unprotected p in v ˒ multiple orgasms ˒ facial ˒ dirty talk ˒ praise kink ˒ overstimulation ˒ creampie ˒ rough sex ˒

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬⠀‎ꉂ (˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

🌀 。 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝐞𝐥’𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ don’t really have the motivation to be writing allat right now but an idea came to mind when i saw that delicious ass sunghoon tiktok 🤤 we all rejoiced !!! lowki inspired by that tiktok slideshow where it was like sough rex with the members after a tiring concert… heh…

Almost every room down the corridor from the hotel lobby had long since fallen silent.

The keyword is almost.

"Mmph—oh, baby—keep going. Fuck—faster," you moaned out, gripping onto the bedsheets as Sunghoon's fingers sped up inside you.

His pace grew faster, his free hand gripping onto your breast, kneading the soft flesh with a possessive kind of attention, his thumb rolling over your nipple until it peaked beneath his touch. He'd been at this for what felt like an eternity. The slow, deliberate build, the way he'd started with one finger, watching your face contort with that infuriating little smirk of his, before adding a second, curling them just so, finding that spot inside you that made your spine curve off the mattress like a bow drawn taut.

"Mm," he chuckled, the sound low and dark, vibrating against the shell of your ear where his lips hovered, not quite kissing, just breathing you in. "What a dirty girl. Did you miss my fingers that much, baby?" he smiled, and you could hear it — that mocking lilt, the way his voice dipped into something honeyed and condescending all at once, like he was pitying you for how wrecked you already were, and he'd barely even started.

Your head pressed back into the pillow, your mouth falling open, and you tried, genuinely tried, to say something back, something sharp, something that would wipe that smug expression off his face.

But all that came out was a broken, breathy "Ah—ah—" that dissolved into nothing, your voice fracturing into pieces before you could string a single coherent word together.

Sunghoon tilted his head, watching you with those dark, half-lidded eyes, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Aw. What's wrong?" He curled his fingers again, pressing deep, and your thighs trembled around his hand. "Why can't you talk, baby? Do my fingers feel that good?"

You whined, your nails biting into the sheets beneath you, your hips shifting restlessly against his palm. He felt you clench involuntarily around his fingers and his smirk deepened, his gaze dropping to where his hand disappeared between your thighs, watching the way your body reacted to every little movement he made.

"You were so mouthy earlier," he murmured, his thumb tracing a slow circle on the swell of your breast, almost gentle, a stark contrast to the relentless rhythm of his fingers inside you. "In the car, on the way back. 'I can take it,' you said. Remember?" He thrust his fingers in particularly deep, and a strangled cry tore from your throat, your back arching clean off the bed. "I thought you said you could take me, no?" He paused, his fingers still buried inside you, and waited, his eyes boring into yours. "Talk to me then."

Your lips parted. Nothing. Another whine, another fractured moan — nothing that even remotely resembled a word. Your chest was heaving, your skin damp with sweat, your entire body trembling like a live wire. Sunghoon just looked at you with that infuriating, indulgent smile, like he was watching a puppy try and fail to reach a treat.

"That's what I thought," he said softly, and then he started moving his fingers again. Slower this time, deliberately so, each stroke deliberate and deep, curling against that spot with a precision that made stars burst behind your eyelids. He was toying with you. You could feel it in the way his thumb brushed idly over your nipple, in the way his lips skimmed along your jaw, barely there, his breath warm and teasing against your skin. He was enjoying this — your inability to speak, the way you were coming apart at the seams beneath him, reduced to nothing but sounds, trembles, and desperation.

"Sunghoon—" you finally managed, his name breaking in half on your tongue, barely audible, barely there.

"There she is," he whispered, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth. "Took you long enough."

But the victory was short-lived, because his pace picked up again, faster now, rougher, the wet sound of his fingers moving inside you obscene and echoing in the quiet of the hotel room. Your mouth dropped open again, your voice cracking into something shapeless, a long, drawn-out moan that you couldn't have stopped if you tried. Your hips bucked against his hand, chasing the feeling, and he let you, watching you grind against his palm with a kind of lazy satisfaction that made heat flare in your chest.

Then you felt it, that involuntary squeeze, your walls clenching tight around his fingers, your body pulling him deeper. Sunghoon inhaled sharply through his teeth, and for a split second, that mask of composure slipped, his jaw tightening, his eyes going dark and hungry. He recovered quickly, his smirk returning, but there was an edge to it now, something raw beneath the amusement.

"Clench around me," he commanded, his voice dropping an octave, rough and authoritative in a way that sent a shiver racing down your spine.

You did, of course you did, Immediately, instinctively, your body obeying him before your mind could even process the instruction. You clenched hard around his fingers, and a broken sob tore from your throat at the intensity of the sensation, your thighs clamping together around his wrist.

"What a good girl," he breathed, and his free hand slid down your torso, fingertips tracing the quivering plane of your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Such a fucking slut for me. I love it."

His free hand found your clit, and the world went white.

He pressed down, rubbing tight, relentless circles against the swollen bud while his fingers continued to stretch you, to fuck into you with a rhythm that was nothing short of punishing. The sensation was overwhelming, too much, everywhere, all at once, your body thrashing beneath him, your hands fisting the sheets so hard the fabric tore from the corners of the mattress. Your back arched into a perfect, desperate curve, your breasts pressing against his chest, and you couldn't stop the sounds spilling from you, high, helpless, and uncontrolled.

"Ah—Hoon—please, I'm—"

"Go ahead," he murmured against your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point. "Come for me. I've got you."

You did. The orgasm crashed through you like a wave breaking against rock, your entire body seizing, your walls clenching in rhythmic pulses around his fingers while he worked you through it, his thumb still circling your clit, drawing out every last tremor until you were shaking and whimpering, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. A sob escaped you, raw and wrecked. Your chest heaving as the aftershocks rolled through your body in diminishing waves.

But he didn't stop.

His fingers slowed but didn't withdraw, and you could feel him shifting above you, could hear the quiet rustle of fabric. You cracked your eyes open just enough to see him pushing his boxers down his thighs with one hand, kicking them off onto the floor, and your breath caught at the sight of him. He was hard, flushed, leaking at the tip, and looking at you with an expression that was nothing short of ravenous. The cool hotel air hit his skin and he didn't even flinch, his attention fixed entirely on you, on the mess he'd already made of you, on the mess he was about to make of you.

"Sunghoon, I just—" you started, your voice raw and shaky, your hands trembling where they'd released the sheets, reaching for him, not sure whether to push him away or pull him closer. "I need a second—"

You didn't get a second.

He positioned himself between your thighs, notching himself against your entrance, and without warning, without so much as a breath of hesitation, he pushed in.

The sound that ripped from your throat was deafening. A moan, loud, unrestrained, and so fucking desperate, echoing off the walls of the hotel room, your voice breaking on the high note as your body stretched to accommodate him. He was thick, thicker than his fingers had prepared you for, and the sensation of being filled so completely, so suddenly, stole the air from your lungs. Your head fell back, your mouth open, your eyes squeezing, and every nerve ending in your body alight with sensation, pleasure, pressure, and the faintest edge of ache that only made everything sharper, more intense.

Your hands flew out blindly, grasping, and found the pillow beside your head. You dragged it over your face, pressing it against your mouth, burying your moans and whines and broken little cries into the cotton, your fingers white-knuckled against the fabric. It was too much, you were way too loud, the walls were way too thin, the hallway was right there, and the sounds you were making were positively indecent—

Sunghoon didn't miss a beat.

He was thrusting into you now, fast, deep, and so damn relentless, setting a pace that had the bed creaking beneath you, the headboard knocking against the wall in a steady, damning rhythm. You felt his hand close around the pillow, his fingers curling into the fabric, and with one sharp tug, he ripped it away from your face and hurled it off the side of the bed. It hit the floor with a soft, inconsequential thump that was entirely drowned out by the sound of your voice, unmuffled now, exposed, every whimper and moan and desperate little gasp spilling freely into the air between you.

"Naughty girl," he said, his voice rough and breathless but still laced with that mocking affection, that dark amusement. "Let me hear those sounds."

You couldn't have stopped if you tried. He was driving into you with a rhythm that left no room for composure, no room for restraint, each thrust hitting deep enough to punch the air from your lungs and replace it with something broken and wordless. Your hands scrambled for purchase against his shoulders, your nails dragging red lines down the sweat-slicked skin of his back, and he groaned at the sting, his hips stuttering for just a moment before slamming back into you harder than before.

"Baby—" you whimpered, the word tumbling out of you involuntarily, half sob, half prayer. "Baby, baby—"

Sunghoon's hand came up, his thumb pressing against your lower lip, tugging it down slightly, his eyes locked on your mouth. "Talk to me properly," he said, his voice low and commanding, each word punctuated by a thrust that made your vision blur. "Say my name."

"S-Sunghoon—"

His eyes flashed, something dark and hungry flickering across his features, and his pace intensified, his hips snapping forward with a force that had you sliding up the mattress, your back arching off the sheets, your body curving into his like you were trying to absorb the impact, trying to take everything he was giving you and more.

"Sunghoon—" again, louder this time, your voice cracking on the second syllable, your hands tangling in his hair and tugging, and the groan he let slip at the sensation was filthy, guttural, his forehead dropping to press against yours.

"Hoon—" The nickname slipped out, breathless and desperate, and something in him seemed to snap. His rhythm grew erratic, faster, rougher, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, yanking you down onto him with every thrust so that the sound of skin against skin filled the room, sharp and rhythmic and obscene.

"That's it," he growled against your mouth, his breath coming in harsh, ragged pants. "That's it, let everybody around us hear who's making you feel this good. Let them hear you."

You were loud. Impossibly, shamelessly loud, your voice breaking and rebuilding and breaking again around his name, around fractured syllables and incoherent pleas, and every sound you made seemed to fuel him further, his hips pistoning into you with a single-minded intensity that left you trembling and gasping and completely, utterly helpless beneath him. His mouth found your neck, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin before biting down, sucking a bruise into existence, and the sharp sting of it combined with the relentless pressure inside you was enough to tip you over the edge for the second time that night.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your entire body seized beneath him, your walls clenching around him in tight, fluttering pulses, your back bowing off the bed, your mouth open in a silent scream that eventually found its voice, a high, keening cry of his name that tore from your throat and rang through the room, surely audible through the thin hotel walls, surely reaching every room adjacent, surely letting everyone in this hallway know exactly what was happening behind this door.

Sunghoon moaned against your throat, low and guttural, his hips stuttering at the feeling of you clenching around him, but he didn't stop. He was close — you could feel it in the tension in his shoulders, in the way his rhythm grew harder, more desperate, more erratic, his breathing ragged and uneven against your skin. He was chasing his own release now, using your oversensitive body with a kind of single-minded determination that had you whimpering and trembling beneath him, tears slipping down your temples into your hair, your body still clenching and unclenching around him in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"Hoon—I can't—it's too—"

"You can," he muttered, his voice strained, barely controlled. "You can take it. You said you could take it."

He fucked you through it. Through the overstimulation, through the trembling, through the tears and the broken little sobs that fell from your lips like confessions. Each thrust sent a jolt through your body, electric and overwhelming, pleasure and sensation blending into something you couldn't name, something that existed beyond language, beyond thought, beyond anything but the feeling of him inside you, around you, everywhere.

His pace stuttered, once, twice, a deep, guttural groan tearing from his chest, and you felt it: the warmth of him spilling inside you, his hips pressing deep, his hands gripping your waist so tightly you knew there would be marks tomorrow. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath coming in harsh, uneven pants, his eyes squeezed shut as he rode out the aftershocks of his own release, his hips still moving, slow now, languid, each shallow thrust drawing a whimper from you both.

Then, slowly, he pulled out.

You winced at the loss, at the sudden emptiness, your body still trembling, still hypersensitive, and you watched through half-closed eyes as he shifted above you, his hand wrapping around himself, stroking slowly, deliberately. A few more pulls, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed on you, on your face, your parted lips, your heaving chest, and then he came again, the last of it spilling across your breasts in warm stripes, a final pulse landing on your lower lip, your chin, the corner of your mouth. The sensation made you shiver, the wet heat of it stark against your flushed skin, and you blinked up at him, dazed, wrecked, completely and utterly spent.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of breathing — yours, ragged and uneven; his, slowly steadying. The room smelled like sweat and sex and the faint lingering note of his cologne, the one he'd worn on stage tonight, and the dim light from the bathroom cast everything in a soft, golden haze that felt almost dreamlike, almost unreal.

Then Sunghoon leaned down.

His lips pressed to your forehead, soft, warm, and lingering. The gesture was tender, so achingly gentle in contrast to everything that had come before, that something in your chest cracked open, a sob catching in your throat for an entirely different reason. His hand came up to brush the hair from your face, his thumb wiping at the tear tracks on your temple with a touch so light it barely registered against your oversensitive skin.

"You did so well," he murmured against your forehead, his voice soft now, all the sharp edges smoothed away, nothing but warmth and sincerity and a kind of quiet awe beneath it. "You're such a good girl."

A broken sound escaped you, half laugh, half sob, and you reached up with a trembling hand to grip his wrist, holding him there, holding onto him, grounding yourself in the solidity of his touch.

"I love you," he said.

The keyword was almost.

Almost every room down the lobby of the hotel was long fast asleep.

But definitely not this one.

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⧼ᴄʟᴇᴀɴᴜᴘ⧽ ─── 박성훈

a sunday cleaning ritual turns into a waterpark.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: 𝓫oyfriend!hoon x 𝓯!reader

⤷ drabble (0.2k) smut, dom!hoon, sub!reader, established relationship, domestic, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, squirting, just filthy tbh nothing else, 𝓶.list

ʟɪɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: @dollhoonki giggles, i think you might like this :p

thinking about cleaning your shared apartment with boyfriend!hoonie on a sunday afternoon. both dressed in comfy clothes, you in one of his big shirts, little shorts barely covering your ass.

it was a calm routine, familiar. you two moved in synch without even meaning to. he covers the kitchen, you the bathroom. you bring out the clean sheets, he changes the bedding.

and you're almost done, only mopping is left to do and hoonie cannot pretend your skimpy shorts aren't doing anything to him and his throbbing cock :/ he tried soooo so hard, but the plush flesh of your thighs drives him insane, he cannot stop thinking about putting his face between them...

so you suddenly find yourself holding onto the little cabinet near the entrance, fingers gripping into the polished wood for stability as one of your legs shakes on top of a kneeling hoons shoulder.

long, skilled fingers curl inside of you so sweetly, the practiced pace making you see tears. as if you weren't blissed out already, his tongue toyed with your clit, switching between teasing it with the tip of his tongue and messy sucks with his stupidly plush lips.

even after years of being together, years of him devouring you like you were his last meal, he manages to bring close to the edge within minutes. your sweet whines music to his ears, the strong grip on his hair the best motivation.

and when you squirt all over his face and fingers he enthusiastically swallows as the gushing liquid drips down his chin and neck, onto the floor.

"looks like we don't need water to mop, baby."

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[bananastarlo]

Warning: NSFW!

Thinking about nerdy yandere who is more than willing to help you study for your next exam. You invite him over since you think he’ll be easy to take advantage of. After all, his shy demeanor and nerdy interests don’t faze you at all.

What you don’t expect is how easily his patience snaps.

“Please, try to at least follow what I’m saying — are you even listening?”

Now he’s inside of you, trying to at least get you to do something right.

“That’s wrong,” he grunts, slowing his pace and abandoning your pussy as you whimper and tremble in need. “Come on, baby, just like I taught you.”

You grind yourself against him, mind foggy from how many times he’s denied your orgasm when you didn’t know the answer to his stupid questions.

As you stutter out the answer he’s waiting for, he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue into your throat and igniting a burning ache in your tummy, the pool of arousal beneath you only growing.

And without warning, you feel his throbbing dick pumping back into you, filling you up perfectly as he begins to mercilessly pound into you. His sweaty body slaps against your own, combined with his loud moans, filling the room with the lewdest and most erotic sounds you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Tell me what you need. Tell me you need me, that you won’t ever need another man because I can make you feel so good. Ugh, f-fuck!”

His voice cracks as his eyes roll back, forehead glistening with sweat. He feels your cunt clench around him as you come undone under him, body shivering, waiting for him to cum too.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, feeling his own orgasm approaching at the sight of you completely disheveled.

You’re already overstimulated by the time he thrusts deep inside of you for the last time.

You can’t think straight anymore, but he makes sure to push his thick, heavy load inside you. When he finally pulls out and you’re still dripping, he drops to his knees in front of you, licking and cleaning up the mess you two made. You gasp. Looking down, seeing him like this, gazing up at you with that hunger in his eyes, makes you mewl in feverish delight.

“Look at you… being so obedient after all. You liked that, hm?”

All you can do is lazily nod, earning a cocky grin.

“Next time I visit,” he breathes against your skin, “you better have all the answers ready — so I can make you feel even better, yeah?”